Later, after the pasta has been put away...

Whew. What a long day. My whole body (heh heh) is sore. I am also quite tired. But satisfied, I guess. That's what I call an honest day's work. I spent a lot of time searching for cryptically labeled boxes of frozen fresh pasta in the walk-in freezer. I got to learn how to work the super-fabulous expensive espresso machine in the coffee bar. For the record, I was told that I steam milk like a natural-born pro. I practiced my engaging-the-customer charm. There were a lot of customers to practice on, that's for sure. My back and legs are killing me. Back to work tomorrow at 7am.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna sit here for a little while longer and listen to this utterly relaxing, slowly undulating pink noise patch on my trusty Kawai K3 synthesizer, which I've pressed back into service. My YS200 had a limp key which I was unable to repair (a little leaf spring inside the key gave way), so that unsung quasi-vintage synth is now in the basement doomed to gather dust until FM synthesizers become fashionable again; that loyal digital companion of 15 years now sits semi-gutted and braindead (all the user presets and stuff I'd had programmed in had somehow gotten zapped back in Columbus), its keyboard assembly laying to one side like a denture with a missing tooth. When I get my PC back up and running (a blown PSU, I think) the Kawai will be my MIDI controller. No modulation wheel, but a fairly nice keyboard action. Plus it's a pretty decent authentic '80s style semi-analog synth on its own.

Yawn...